It’s always lovely when you find a song that aptly describes a certain episode of your life.
My favourite line from the song;
At first, you regretted not being able to have an ending.
But slowly, you realise, this was the best ending you could have.
While I’ve spent so much time squealing about the cuteness of my OTP in Majisuka Gakuen 2, it occurs to me that I’ve never talked about the first Majisuka Gakuen that got me into the whole AKB franchise.
Unlike the recently concluded sequel where I only hung around to roll my eyes at the “friendship” of Center and Nezumi, the first Majisuka Gakuen worked so well because of Atsumina’s back story driving the main narrative, making it on the whole, a much more satisfying viewing experience.
(If you haven’t seen the original series, read spoilers of the arc after the cut at your own risk!)
“Where there’s love, there pain.” Spanish Proveb
“where there is love, there is pain.”
In the aftermath of a breakup, everyone has their ways in dealing with the throngs of emotions surging through you. I mostly go for the the torture-yourself-thoroughly method; a rather masochistic school of thought that believes that you need to get worse before you get better.
I once explained to a friend; it’s like getting injured and using some horrifically painful medicine to treat the wound. It hurts like hell there and then, but at least you know you will get better rather than allowing the wound to fester and kill you slowly, excruciatingly and inevitability.
My method advocated grieving in the privacy of a darkened room at night, being unable to cry even though you feel your heart is breaking. Testing the patience of your room mates by putting sad songs on repeat mode until they knock on your door to ask you nicely to please-oh-stop playing those songs because they are about to go mad from the music all-too clear and vibrating through the too-thin walls.
Here is my grieving song-list, suggestions for folks who too, have been recipients of a mind-and-sense numbing breakup. It’s a playlist I made to allow myself to wallow (and indulge) in my suffering and be caught up in my emotions for a little while.
But remember, it’s not forever, and really, life does go on.
I always thought that the 1992 Bodyguard movie was two hours too long with the wooden acting. Someone else obviously felt the same; so re-realised as Whitney Houston’s 1999 version music video of “I Will Always Love You.”
The Bodyguard summarised in 4 minutes 35 seconds. Enjoy it! I certainly did.
Since “Bell” Nuntrita Khampriranon’s turn on Thailand’s Got Talent went viral, the You tube video has garnered over a million in less than a week; I’m contributing to it by abusing the replay button; so Bell, you had better find a way to release a CD of the cover soon.
A link to a song I used to love has been in play at the office for the last few days. Perhaps somewhat befitting of my sentiments of times which are soon ending and new beginnings to be.
伍佰’s Last Dance
“We’re fools whether we dance or not, so we might as well dance.”
— Japanese Proveb